WELCOME THE FUCK BACK

NOSE TO THE GRINDSTONE. NOW.

Two weeks of this so far. Thirty four left to go. That's one hundred seventy days. Heaven help me.

Although, to be honest, actually being at school isn't too bad, (except for math, which I'll come to in a minute.) I've mostly got teachers I like and I have THREE (COUNT 'EM) classes that actually interest me, (Latin, AP Psychology, and AP Computer Science,) compared to the usual one (Latin) or - if I'm lucky - two (Piano in freshman year). What really gets me in this mood is the three or more hours of homework I get nightly. Oh, and Mrs. Williams, my teacher for pre-calculus.

Now, not every teacher can provide truly engaging lessons. I understand that. Most people aren't too great at holding other people's attention, especially when they're talking about things that most people don't give a rat's ass about. I don't expect miracles from any teacher. But my God, do I expect them to be better than Mrs. Williams. She is far and away the single most intensely boring person I have ever met in my entire fucking LIFE. She is concentrated tedium on legs. She absolutely radiates lethargy. When she enters a room, everyone's eyelids begin to droop, and when she starts talking, everyone's heads begin to nod forward. Having her class first thing in the morning, when I'm barely awake to begin with, is not conducive to my staying lucid long enough to get the notes I need.

Anyway, besides that I'm relatively happy with my teachers, or at least not terribly unhappy with them. Homework will be homework, school will be school, and consequently this will probably be the only thing I upload for a very long while.

Cheers, I guess.